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“Ahhhhhhhh, Mummaa Baat!”
Tiny footsteps rang out throughout the house. Lizz peaked up from her book only to see a naked herald bum running by, leaving wet footprints in her wake.

Sighing, she put down her book and set her glasses aside. It had been a busy and tiring day and all she wanted was some down time. There was a social studies project due, and an English paper that needed revising. French was requiring that Lizz make a French dinner while chemistry was bombing her with tests. And with a whirlwind of a child such as Anya, she felt as if it was almost impossible for time to relax.

“Why aren’t you in the tub?!” Lizz barked after her, as she chased the tiny girl into the kitchen.

“Anya, you had two pieces of cake already, don’t think you are getting another!”

However, as soon as she walked in, she notice Anya wasn’t even near the fridge. Instead she was into the silverware drawer, pulling out a long wooden spoon and… was using it as a back-scratcher! And with her back facing her, Lizz could see what she was scratching at. Anya was growing a new set of wings!

“Ah! Anya don’t do that, You’ll make it worse!”

She hurried over to the child, and took the spoon from her hand. White whisps of new feathers stuck to the spoon. Lizz chucked it into the sink, deciding to worry about it later. Anya looked back at her Mumma bat.

“But Mamma Bat, it iiiiitches.” Anya whined, pouting her lips discontentedly. Her eyes desperately searched for the next nearest item she could use. The blender, although large and heavy, would work. Anything would work as long as it scratched away whatever was eatting her back. Anya scrambled onto thekitchen counter.

“Hey now~! Let me just get a look at them.”

She wrestled Anya down. Bending down to investigate, Lizz could see that Anya’s back was red from the scratching. Next to the growing wings little blisters were popping up. But despite the damage it was causing to Anya’s shoulder blades, she could see that the wings were developing perfectly. The small stubs were even growing in full feathers. But to her surprise, they were coming in dirt streaked. New wings, and they were already dirty.

“Are you sure you washed yourself?” Lizz teased, “We might just have to stick you in the tub for another half an hour.”

“Mumma, I’ma going to bite your fingers off if you don’t stop!”

Anya glared up at her mom, tears running down the sides of her face.

“Alright, alright…” she whispered back, regretting teasing her
daughter while she was obviously in pain.

“How about while I whip up some of my famous anti-itch cream for your back, you can have an ice cream sundae?”

“With extra gooey-gooey’s on top?” she sniffled.

“So many, that you’ll be buried in them”

Anya gasped, her miry eyes lighting up. Being buried in sweet red and lemony green gooey-gooey's would be the better than pretending to be Tartzyman!
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A rich, honey-like smell floated around the room. Anya’s back was caked in an oatmeal mixture and every which way she moved, dried chunks would crumble off onto the floor. Mumma-Bat had placed two oven mitts on her growing wings to protect them from her scratching at them. What was even worse, that she wasn't buried in gooey-gooey's. In fact, they were all out! But, Mumma-bat was trying her hardest, and she could see that. And, at least she could run around without her shirt on for a few nights.

1.22.07

Time has passed, and your Herald is becoming fond of you and beginning to show affection. You two have grown closer, but that's not the only aspect of growing.

The Herald is maturing into a young child before your eyes. No longer dying and weak and no longer sexless, it now has beautiful angel white hair and dark blue eyes of unusual depth. You may have noticed that the Herald has been scratching and touching its back for a while, and now it's finally explained. The herald's wings have started to grow in.

How do you deal with the child's discomfort? Do you have any remedies to ease it? How does he/she react? How do the wings reflect the item given?